Ice Cream From Heaven

This might just look like an ice cream cone (that I probably shouldn’t eat- but whatevs) but it comes with a story.

This weekend’s unplanned pop-in with my daughters at a Baskin Robbins ended a 15-year search for THIS flavor.

The elusive strawberry cheesecake. If you haven’t tried this one yet, man, get out there and find it. Because it’s a little slice of heaven on a cone- maybe literally in my case.

Baskin Robbins Strawberry Cheesecake cone

When I was pregnant with my first son, I craved this deliciousness.

Luckily for me, a 31-Flavors was nearby.

With a drive thru.

So yeah. I ate a lot of these.

Until one day– (dun-dun-duuuunnn!) they stopped carrying the flavor. #weep

And I’ve never seen it in a store since. Trust me, I looked high and low for this particular flavor and it just wasn’t to be found.

You guys know I’ve lived in different states and cities, plus I like to travel a bit. And this quest, this quest to find this particular item went unfulfilled for years.

Until Friday night.

Virginia is for ice cream lovers, yo! Just another reason to love my new state.

We walked in and started checking out the options, with my plan to indulge in a kid size scoop of sherbert as the most sensible option. But I was pulled past the sherberts and down to the far end of the second case.

There it was. My white whale of ice cream. And it was pristine and untouched and just waiting for me to find it.

I knew why. It was Jacob.

I think he does things like this every now and then, just to remind me that he’s still following us around. That no matter where we go, he’s keeping tabs on us.

He was super sweet- just like this cone- so it’s very possible.

And yes, I ate the whole thing. When your baby sends you a sign from heaven you don’t ignore it.


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Patty Holliday

Patty is a 40-ish mother of four living in Virginia. A bit geeky, sometimes sarcastic, lover of a candid confession. She's trying to love running, she swears. But much like her marathon, it’s taking a very long time. Ahem. She's searching for the perfect way to balance family, work, travel, and fitness. Perfect defined as high on fun, low on guilt.

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